’ She gestured toward a chaise-lounge by the wall among stacks of ancient books with leather bindings and colored boxes. You girls obliged, laying ...your parkas to the side. She handed you beautiful, old china cups of fragrant tea, each with a cookie on its saucer. And she sat with her own teacup on a plain, three-legged stool sort-of opposite you girls. There was a large, old mirror opposite the chaise, and you could see your reflections. You caught your images in the glass and smiled. You were. Then I went to the bedroom, locked the door and went inside the bathroom were she was standing naked waiting for me. At first she was afraid to shave in trimmer and told me to use the razor, I insisted her not to worry and told her ill take care. She told to remove my dress before I start, I obeyed. I knelt down infront of her and started trimming her pubic hair, she closed her eyes in fear. Then I made her sit on the western pot, opened her legs wide and continued. She had hair near her butt. His hands, strong and rough, a working man's hands, grabbed her hips and pulled her back. Vicky pushed her hips toward him, allowing another inch of that magnificent cock to spear her. It really was thick, and it stretched her almost painfully. She trembled as it drove into her two more inches. Then he pulled back just a little, leaving his cockhead inside her, before shoving hard, returning to her hot depths. Vicky groaned as a full four inches rammed into her. The unknown man began to fuck. " You got me a baby-sitter?" I blinked at her."Are you almost ready?" Dad asked, walking in from the master bath, and he looked about as handsome as ever. He wasn't wearing a tuxedo, but he'd broken out one of his expensive silk suits for the occasion. Every girl I knew, and their mothers, were my dad's patients, and for a very obvious reason. He looked good."I just want to have a good time tonight," Mom told me. "Without having to call every ten minutes to make sure you're okay." You mean, to.